Page 26 of Take the Sub and Run

The air felt cold, especially given that the tip of his dick was wet from leaking pre-come. Teeth gritted against the cold, he shoved his pants halfway down his ass and then sat once more, his cock nearly touching his stomach he was so erect.

Sofie was looking at his cock.

She looked nervous.

It was probably an act, but fuck, he loved it.

“Nervous?” he asked, but his voice was husky with desire, so it didn’t sound faux mocking the way he wanted.

“Yes,” she answered with simple honesty.

“You’re still going to take my cock in that pretty mouth,” he commanded. “Put the condom on.”

Sofie raised the condom, carefully placing it on the head of his dick without any skin-to-skin contact. Andrei gripped the edge of the trunk to keep himself from grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his dick.

She started to roll the condom on, but it didn’t get far. Now, there was an occasional light brush of her fingers against his shaft, and that was enough to distract him from figuring out what was wrong.

Finally realizing there was a problem, he looked down to see she’d put the condom on upside down.

With a frustrated noise, he moved her hands away from his cock, flipped the condom over, and rolled it on with quick, sure movements. Now wondering if she was stalling on purpose hoping for another punishment, he once more gripped her hair, this time sliding his hands through the strands and making a fist.

She made a needy sound when he tightened his fingers, her head tipping up.

“No, no, Angel. That’s not where your head goes.”

Andrei gripped his dick with his free hand, angling it away from his stomach even as he drew her toward him. Sofie’s hands briefly landed on his thighs, bracing herself, but fell away as he drew her closer.

Andrei had to close his eyes when he felt her exhaled breath wash over the tip of his cock. She was too close, too perfect.

A sound of near pain was torn from him as her lips pressed against the head of his cock. She kissed his dick, almost chastely, before parting her lips and taking him in her mouth.

Abruptly, she pulled back. “Oh. It’s flavored.”

“Pineapple,” he said with a knowing smirk, giving her hair a gentle tug.

She kissed the tip of his dick again, this time quicker to take him into the warm wetness of her mouth, but then she stilled.

Her tongue tapped against his glans with teasing, tentative motions, and he used his hold on her hair to force her head down, and more of his cock into her mouth.

Her teeth grazed the vein on the underside of his cock and he hissed his displeasure. “No teeth, Sofie.”

She made an apologetic noise, then started working her tongue along his shaft.

When he pushed in a little deeper, she gagged slightly. He wasn’t that deep, so it must have been the angle.

Sofie’s hand came up between them to grip the base of his dick. He wished he’d taken off his pants—they were in the way. He wished he weren’t already so close to the edge that he could savor this. Tease both of them.

She made a needy sound, and it spiked his desire to the point his teeth clenched.

“Move,” he growled. “Work my cock until I come.”

He heard her noisy inhale through her nose, and then she took more of him. The sensitive head of his cock bumped the back of her mouth, then slid along the soft, slick skin of her throat.

She gagged again, harder, and pulled back sharply. He gave her a second, then pressed on the back of her head. Gentle, not insistent. A patient command.

Suck my cock, but take all the time you need.

She took him deep again, again gagging. This time, he frowned. Did she not normally do oral? She’d specifically mentioned it, but what she was doing felt tentative and chaotic.

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